1. Left to my own devices, I don’t eat very much. I think this is due to working my way through grief. And also? And also, I am lazy. It’s really hard to feel like cooking when I could just as easily have a bowl of cereal and have that much more time to sit on my couch and spend quality time with my life partner, DVR.
2. I am one giant bruise right now. I’m going to blame it on having Foxie Doxie walk on me in the middle of the night, and the fact that I’m probably just worn down in general. I’m just glad that it’s winter and I don’t have to wear short sleeves. Everyone would think I was in an abusive relationship. Which I guess I am … Foxie!
3. Speaking of my abusive boyfriend … Foxie Doxie is a constant source of entertainment. Case in point: I, uh, passed gas? And Foxie looked at me in alarm, then looked at my backside as if to say, “Damn, woman! Did anything come out?”
Obviously, it’s been a very full day.